What Does It Mean When A Guy Kisses Your Forehead Novels & Stories

And again I stood there frozen as he moved closer and closer, and his hands went up to my neck. He caressed it gently, and I almost shut my eyes out of pleasure, and he kissed my forehead immediately. It was a gentle kiss and so refreshing. He kissed my forehead just like that!

I wish he let me pull his cheeks forever and ever. He leaned down and kissed my forehead softly, automatically a blissful smile flashed on my face. I like it a lot when he kisses my forehead. I feel contented. "I want this sweet boyfriend forever." I uttered. "You can have him forever." He answered and my eyes widened in shock. What! Really? Is he joking?

I confessed, my gaze dropping to our entwined hands. He nodded understandingly. "Take all the time you need. I'm here for you, every step of the way." Gently lifting his face, he planted a small kiss on my forehead. It wasn't the first time he had kissed me there or on my cheeks, but this one felt different. It felt like more than a gesture—it felt like a reassurance that I belonged to him.

I whispered to him. I closed my eyes tightly and waited in anticipation. I was waiting for a rough kiss on my lips, but I felt a feathery sensation that was placed on my forehead. I opened my eyes and was met with Kairo’s sharp jawline. Did he just—did he just kiss me on the forehead? I blushed as my heart raced like a horse in a race. Fuck, be strong, my heart. We can’t be feeling this right now. He pulled back from the forehead kiss and smiled at me, the corner of his eyes crinkling from the action.

I didn't expect the next thing he did. "I'll be back..." He added softly. He stood straight before turning his back away from me. He... I gulped hard before touching my forehead with my right hand. "D-did he just...kissed my forehead?" I whispered, almost not believing what the bastard did to me awhile ago. I closed my eyes tightly before frowning. So what?! So what Blair, huh?! So what if he kissed your forehead?! Why is it a big deal?! I spent the three minutes blaming myself for my stupidity.

He said and caressed my forehead using his thumb. "Does it really hurt?" He asked me and looked down. I can't speak, he is so close to me and it's like he's breathing on my forehead. Fuck. What is this, why am I nervous? "Y-yeah..kinda," I said briefly. "I know something that can take the pain away." I immediately raised an eyebrow at him. "What?" "A kiss." I didn't have any chance to speak when I felt his soft lips plant a small kiss on my forehead.

My attempt at teasing him makes him look up at me with a strange expression. “I’ve...never kissed anyone before,” he mumbles, looking off-screen like he wants to vanish from the call. “I just want my first kiss to be something more, you understand.” I blink, caught off guard. “That’s weirdly sweet.” I admit, because it really is. “Okay. No lip kissing. Cheek kissing is okay, what of forehead kissing? Or just random hand brushing?” “I-uh-cheek is fine. I think. Probably. If I have a warning, forehead might make me a bit faint, and the hand thing-um, maybe? But not too much- my hands get all clammy and I get nervous.”

He said and caressed my forehead using his thumb. "Does it really hurt?" He asked me and looked down. I can't speak, he is so close to me and it's like he's breathing on my forehead. Fuck. What is this, why am I nervous? "Y-yeah..kinda," I said briefly. "I know something that can take the pain away." I immediately raised an eyebrow at him. "What?" "A kiss." I didn't have any chance to speak when I felt his soft lips plant a small kiss on my forehead.

His voice sounded so husky that it made my insides twist. He moved closer and I didn't flinch. I knew what was to come. If he kissed me now, I would most certainly lose myself to him. I couldn't resist his charm and magnificence. His hands caressed my cheeks, they felt rough and hard against my skin. My eyes shut and a little moan escaped my lips. He kissed my forehead. I open my eyes to see him gazing down at me. Why would he do that? I never would have guessed his kiss was going to be on my forehead instead of my lips or body.

I'm not sure if it's actually written anywhere but forehead kisses are actually more intimate than lip slash mouth kisses. Something about forehead kisses gives room for intimacy and care. Like, a show of love and compassion. Rowan ensures to show me that compassion every single day. Twice. When we seat down for breakfast and when we retire for bed. Every single night, we spend it together. Sometimes we don't have sex, sometimes we just sleep together and he holds me tight like if he should ever let go of me then I would evade him.